SCARY WENDIGO ENCOUNTER | Winter Cabin Trip Gone Wrong
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What happened during the winter cabin trip?
I still don't know if what we saw up there was an actual wendigo or just something that wanted us to believe that's what it was. I only know that I can't hear the sound of wind in trees anymore without tasting metal in the back of my throat and feeling that same old cold crawl up my spine. There were three of us on that trip. Me, my cousin Tyler, and our friend Jess. We're all from downstate Michigan, but my mom's side of the family has this old hunting cabin way up in northern Michigan, near the top of the mitten, almost to the bridge. I'd only been there once as a kid in the summer. My uncle used it every winter, though, for deer season and ice fishing. until he disappeared in a storm up near Marquette when I was 16.
They never found his body. This was years later. I'd inherited partial ownership of the cabin after my grandfather died, and the three of us thought a week-long winter escape sounded like a good idea. No work. No bosses. No schedules. Just snow, a wood stove, and too much whiskey. That was the plan. We left early on a Sunday in January. The kind of morning where the world looks washed out, like someone turned down the saturation. The highway was mostly clear, just that fine powder blowing across the road in streaks. We had my SUV loaded with groceries, way too much gear, and one of those plastic tubs full of firewood to get us started until we could dig out the woodpile at the cabin. Feels like we're driving into a horror movie, Jess said, leaning between the front seats as we headed north.
She always said stuff like that. She's the true crime addict of the group, the one who falls asleep to podcasts about unsolved murders. Tyler grinned. Yeah, but we're the idiots who don't turn around when the creepy local warns us about the curse. I laughed and said, We're literally going to my family's cabin. The only curse is probably black mold and bad insulation. I said that, and I swear within a couple hours it felt less like a joke. By the time we got off the main highway, the snow was heavier.
Who were the main characters on the trip?
Those last few towns blur together up there. One gas station, a bar with a name like the North Trail or the Timberline, a church, and then just trees again. Endless, dark, snow-laden trees. We stopped at this last gas station before the forest road, the kind of place that looks like it's been there since the 70s. Fluorescent lights humming, shelves of snacks, motor oil, and dusty snow globes with black bears inside. While Jess grabbed snacks, I went to pay for gas. The man behind the counter looked like he'd grown out of the pine boards. Old, thin, cheeks hollowed in that way that has nothing to do with diet and everything to do with the cold and a lifetime of hard work. Heading up County 14, he asked, nodding toward the direction we were going.
Yeah, family cabin off that old logging road, past, uh, Birch Lake, I think, I said. It had been years. I was going mostly off memory and some scribbled directions from my mom. His eyes sharpened on me. Your people the Hales? I blinked. Yeah, my grandfather was Mark Hale. He stared at me a second too long. There was something like recognition and something like pity there. He nodded once, slow. Used to see your uncle come through. He's the one went missing in that storm. Yeah, I said, feeling that old familiar tug in my chest. That's him. Cabin still standing? He asked. As far as I know. He glanced out the window. The snow had started coming down harder, big fat flakes swirling under the gas station canopy lights.
You folks packing enough food? He asked. Yeah, I said. We've got groceries for a week. He hesitated, then said quietly, You make sure you eat your own. From your own bags. Nothing left behind. Nothing from the woods. You understand me. That prickled the back of my neck. I laughed it off. Yeah, we're not planning on eating tree bark.
What eerie encounter did they have in the woods?
He didn't smile. After dark, if you hear anything that sounds like your uncle or your granddad or anyone you miss, he met my eyes. You don't open the door. I felt my mouth go dry. What? He slid my receipt across the counter, voice flat.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What happened during the winter cabin trip?
0:15–2:18
2
Who were the main characters on the trip?
2:18–4:29
3
What eerie encounter did they have in the woods?
4:29–7:48
4
What warnings did they receive from the gas station attendant?
7:48–9:53
5
How did the atmosphere change after nightfall?
9:53–13:12
6
What strange events occurred during the night?
13:12–17:22
7
How did the characters react to their growing hunger?
17:22–25:10
8
What was the shocking discovery at the end of the trip?
25:10–1:11:42
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